About Me

Person generally interested in the simple mechanics, pleasures and management of a life of contentment and positive contributions without excess or complacency. I live in awe of God's creation and try not to be disheartened with what some are doing with their share of these gifts.
What we have can be wrestled from us with little notice and needs our watchfulness.
Army brat and Veteran. Country girl turned city girl, then back to country. Masters and bachelor's degrees in applied science from Michigan Tech and Dartmouth respectively.
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Thursday, June 30, 2011

Our little mother

There were hints. A hollow in the ground near the willow tree, abandoned. The dog taking interest in a previously uninteresting part of the yard. Finally we saw her. We both thought it was a confused dove. You can see her tail behind the fork of the old bicycle.

She found a well-protected spot in the seldom-used old dog run, now storage for stuff -- like the old bike frame. When the tempurature is just right, around 7 pm, she leaves to go eat and drink. We finally saw the eggs.

No dove here! She is a gambel's quail. It will be so exciting to see those little golf-ball sized fluff-balls soon! We'll need a strategy to keep the Wiley Coyote away when they inevitably venture into the main yard.